trans_9 | You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much

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You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much

Freedom, what a silly word.

No matter how free she was nothing changed. The constant creeping paranoia, every shadow a potential threat, every blind corner could be hiding an assassin.

But she wouldn't hide. She wouldn't cower! She had been cleaned up, though her hair still hung about her shoulders in untamed tresses of inky black shine.

This ship had to be explored, she had to know as much about it as she could. Knowledge was power and at the moment she felt particularly weak.

After so much time of being locked away, barely moving, not training. Her body had lost it's edge. Her strength and power had waned and she knew it.

Even if she wasn't aware the voices would never let her forget.

And so barefoot and looking lost in more ways then one the pale young girl slipped through the ship quietly watching, learning.

In time her strength would return.

And then the screams of those that had defied her would fill this ship.

Freedom had done wonders for her mood.

((OOC: So since she's just wandering about wherever you'd like to meet her just mention it in your post and we'll roll from there. ^_^ ))

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Zam had mentioned that about the omnicomm, but Azula was finding it was more useful to her to be able to see the things it spoke of herself. This was a strange new world she found herself in.

"Any help you'd like to offer is appreciated." though she hated having to ask for help she knew that using others to learn was a much more respectable way to think about it.

"I'd enjoy showing you around," he said with a grin. "Got any opinions on cars? Or if not them, got any opinions on going incredibly fast in powered conveyance?"

She raised a suspicious eyebrow. A powered conveyance was something she knew of. The Fire Nation had been very industrial minded.

"I'd prefer to walk." It was safer that way. She wouldn't have to completely trust this nightmare of a life in the hands of someone she was only half sure actually existed.

Pity! She was missing out... well, no sense pushing her. She'd come around, or not, in time. He pushed himself away from the wall with a smile.

"Anywhere you'd like to get started?"

She managed to force a sardonic smile back at him, even if she tolerated him that didn't mean she liked him.

Even if he was so far one of the more logical hallucinations she'd had.

"I leave the destination to you. What was your name again?"

"Overlord Zetta," he said, with all the pride in the title that it deserved. He finally uncrossed his arms, straightening up. "You traveled anywhere by tube before?"

He kind of hoped so, it was pretty disturbing the first time or two.

"Once." and she hadn't liked it. Not in the slightest. But she wasn't going to let that stop her. She wouldn't flinch or cry out.

Yeah, he could tell.

"Sad to say, level to level it's pretty much the only way to travel. So if we're gonna get started, we ought to start with the Hub."

He beckoned her over to the nearest lift tube.

Azula followed abandoning her apprehension in favor of stubbornly refusing to show weakness.

"There's so much to hate about this insane place."

"Well, THAT's the damn truth," Zetta said with a grin. "It has its upsides too, though. You meet some pretty neat people.

"The Hub!" he snapped at the lift entrance. In response, the energy tentacles whipped out to pick him up and carry him downwards.

She copied his actions and allowed herself a yelp as she was whisked away since he was already gone and couldn't hear her. Once she arrived behind him her hair...well it was a mess before but now it looked like crazy sex hair. She blew her bangs out of her eyes.

"Charming."

Crazy sex hair, huh? Let's do a comparison with the real thing --

Zetta pushed down his libido. Somehow. It wasn't terribly easy.

"Ever classy, the ship. I can't imagine WHY people don't like it."

He took a step back to make a broad gesture at the Hub, with all its tubes and signs and interconnections. "This is the Hub. You want to get somewhere on the ship, you can do it from here. Just like we just did -- shout it out and the ship hauls you off. The only places you can't go are the places you'd get in trouble for trying to go anyway. The ship doesn't like people getting into its workings, for example."

Remember Zetta, sex with a crazy person is amazing but you pay for it in the long run.

"Hard to imagine that something this...complex, could be so easily tampered with as if it were a simple clock or wagon."

Might be worth it. PROBABLY would be worth it.

"Well, think of it like your own body. It does what you want it to, it's really complex, but you still don't want anyone poking your brain, I'd guess. Of course, there's still all sorts of secrets about the ship we're probably not going to like. There's a group of people devoted to getting it more under our control. Not with a ton of success, but I don't think anyone with half a brain is counting on the ship being on our side all the time."

Azula nodded thinking about how effortlessly the ship had contained her. No amount of heat had even singed the walls of her cell after all.

"Other then my release, how many dangerous mistakes has the ship made that threaten the lives of the crew?"

"Pfft," Zetta said. "I'm not worried about you, Princess." He still, somehow, didn't say that title mockingly. "But there've been a couple. Thing is, it's hard to figure out where the ship's fault ends and the crew's fault begins in a bunch of 'em."

That didn't inspire Azula with confidence. "And this madness is our only chance at restoring all we knew that we've lost? No wonder you're here. It sounds like these fools need all the help they can get."

A little empty praise for one of the only people still using her title.

"Yeah, there've been a virus that made people angry, a giant monster... and apparently something that makes people travel back in their own personal time, which is also apparently why I'm not a book." Of course he was a bit skeptical about all THAT. A book, honestly.

"Absolute insanity." Azula dismissed with a tired voice, "At this point some normalcy would seem odd."

Actually it was probably best this way. Despite all the otherworldly and just plain unimaginable things she'd encountered so far, her exhaustion made it impossible for her to be too blown away just by talking about things.

He grinned at her, but surprisingly it wasn't mocking. "You should see the cosmos someday. I'm not saying you should pack up and leave home when you get it back, but there's countless universes out there and a lot weirder than this ship has ever produced. Sometime I'll show you a couple of things in the Sensorium if you want."

Oh Zetta...you know not what you've done.

Her lips curled and she chuckled softly, a pleased content smile on her face in a disturbing unstable way as she swayed slightly on her feet.

In her mind the Fire nation had not only risen up against Zuko and put her back as the rightful Firelord. Then they had spread throughout the world and once that had been conquered, They began to spread out into the stars. The fire nation was conquering the universes and all these strange looking people who lived on other planets were falling to them.

He didn't? Because he'd been trying to refuel ambition and powerlust in her for a while now. Frankly, if she made good on half those promises, he'd welcome the challenge.

Of course, the other half of the plan was teaching her to be a competent Overlord, uh, Princess... ruler... girl... which seemed to be the much harder part of the plan.

"Hey, Netherworld to Princess," he said after a few moments, letting her luxuriate in fantasy.

Well alright that was exactly what he wanted, but it was just so much fun to write "you know not what you've done" and the opportunity doesn't come along much.

Azula was brought out of her fantasy as much as it displeased her. "Oh, you're still here." she noted torn between being displeased and amused.

"Well, I could just walk off and abandon you here," Zetta said, "but you kind of give me the impression that you've had enough of that already."

Azula didn't even bother dignifying that with a response but instead plodded onward.

"Tell me more, how is this "war" being conducted? Where is the battlefield?"

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